although i had to have a 20 minute debate with myself this morning to get out of bed, and another 5 minute debate about just how necessary brushing my hair really is (me: 0, static cling: 1234243673), there was no lack of motivation for me to get up this blog post today. in fact i'm having some trouble holding myself back here. do i really want to post the majority of their gallery just because i loved it so much? maybe i can just explain a little bit why i love this session rather than accosting your eyes with a never ending blog post.
it wasn't a session where every shot was a wow shot. no, it really wasn't. but i had some of those. a good amount even. what made this session perfect for me (other than the gorgeous and stylish children, and one precious, newish baby) however, is that there was this certain number of images that spoke. they weren't perfect. and when i say not perfect, i mean the kind of not perfect where i'm seriously doubting if anyone will appreciate them but me. but they said something to me, the way a tree with bare branches says something even though winter isn't its prettiest season.
and that makes my photographer's heart happy.
